Sunday saw us at Castle Espie, a nearby Wildfowl Trust centre, with lovely friends and lots of ducks. Fat ducks not in the slightest bit interested in the seed we were throwing at them. Smug, fat ducks; over fed, overpaid and over there, not eating our seed. They were, nevertheless, entertaining: some dipped below the surface and were never seen again; some made unusual and amusing sounds; and others fought, quacking and screeching, pecking and flapping. But what impressed us most was the variety on offer (I haven't, unfortunately, captured some of the most striking specimens in residence). There were of course, the traditional ducks; the classic, timeless ducks we all know and eat (crispy); but then there were the others, the rare and endangered: the punk ducks, the goth ducks, the camp ducks, the prim ducks, the ducks with utensils for beaks and the modernist ducks, in all their minimalist black and whiteness. But still they ignored our seed.
Bastards.
Smug, delicious bastards. They will get their comeuppance. And a nice orange-based glaze. Mmmmm.
Posted by: Justin | 01 April 2009 at 06:43 PM
i prefer a raspberry demi-glaze, perhaps a Chassagne Montrachet aprés
Posted by: irvn rynn | 05 April 2009 at 09:56 PM
cute ducks.
Posted by: design | 16 April 2009 at 04:47 AM